Probably not a popular solution but it worked for me. I began to simplify my shooting / reloading hobby several years ago. After 40+ years of shooting / reloading I had accumulated a vast array of firearms and equipment. Shamefully some I didn't even remember I had purchased.

Many were redundant in the sense of how many
different caliber deer and varmint rifles does one really need? So I began the process to simplify:
First, I decided which calibers I really needed then began consolidating / reducing my inventory of calibers / firearms and related equipment accordingly.
Second, I began consolidating components. After years of reloading and load development I had pretty much figured out what works really well for each of caliber. For my purposes, I didn't need to (experiment) chase another .1" reduction in group size. If that's your thing - bless you. Don't get me wrong, precision loads are very important to me especially for long range varmint hunting so I try to take great care in producing accurate reloads.
Third I reorganized my reloading bench to produce a more efficient work space aided by getting rid of stuff I no longer needed or used.
Fourth, I changed my focus from accumulating stuff to becoming a better marksman in the field.
Results were positive for me. Now my shooting pastime is simpler and more enjoyable, easy to maintain, efficient and cost effective. Since I consolidated calibers I can buy components in bulk saving money and time.
Granted, this is not for everyone - I don't like reloading or cleaning firearms, I like shooting in field positions and hunting so the simpler I can make the loading and cleaning process the better it is for me.
My buddy, bless his soul, is the exact opposite, he loves to experiment with different loads and calibers spending most of his shooting time at the bench which would drive me insane. Different strokes for different folks.

I get a lot of weird stares from him at the range practicing off my shooting sticks while he's shooting tiny groups from the bench.

Roaming the hay fields in search of ghogs is my version of heaven, for him its hell.

I kind of digressed from the subject - sorry - blame it on old age
